Reaching her still partially open pussy, I devoted a few moments to giving it some more attention. Using my thumbs, I held her pink lips apart as I qu...ckly inserted my tongue and once again explored every fold hidden behind her pearly gates. This was partly for my pleasure, and because I had read in one of my special, late night magazines that it is very painful for a woman if she is dry when a man inserts his penis. I loved my sister too much to want to cause her any pain. It took only a. He was posh and I was rough. His accent was upper class Oxbridge, and mine was low class Cockney/Estuary English. On the face of it we had nothing in common, but there was always a strand of friendship between us, even before The Falklands.I was with Harry on Mt. Longdon; he was second in command (2i/c) of the Green Jackets attached to 3 Para, and he was the person who first came across me, still in deep shock, after I had bayoneted the Argie.'Well done Dewey. Now let's push on'.His words, and. .Mr. Johnson was a bit bigger and a little older (i think he's somewhere inhis mid sixties) than i had thought before, he was very handsomely dressedin a classy suit and tie. I was actually getting rather excited even beingin the room with such a mature, strong manly man. Me, now being thishelpless, vulnerable and delicate little thing and this big man obviouslydesiring me. It made me feel even more girlish than i already did. At thatmoment i was completely the girl who wrote that letter and as. He was a littleshocked and said wow what did I do to deserve that. I said finding thoseNugent magazines and suggesting that I dress in your sisters clothes.Dave looked at me and said it looks like you took it further than justtrying on clothes. Aaah! One more thing, your Eyebrows. I saw you atschool. Is it true your sister did that to you? Yeah, she said I waslooking real girlie lately and she and Tam begged if they can try somemakeup on me. I made believe to put on a fuss then let them talk me.